![]() The Black DogA Poem by Mark Wallace![]() A roundel![]() The black dog settles by my side He tracks my footsteps through the fog He shares my bed, in lieu of bride The black dog. Together trudge through sucking bog The sodden marsh of life, I tried To run, he followed at a jog And soon he had regained my side. I shrugged, and carried on life’s slog For none that walks but walks beside The black dog. © 2010 Mark Wallace
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